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Mr. palmer is concerned with the thousand dollar question
Just like roger he's a crazy little kid
I've got the time if you've got the inclination
So cheer up palmer, you'll soon be dead
The noose is hanging, at least you won't die wondering
Sit up & take notice tell it like it is
If i were near you i wouldn't be far from you
I've got a feeling you know what you did
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Time to put your money where your mouth is
Put 'em in a field & let 'em fight it out
I'm running so fast my feet don't touch the ground
I'm a stranger here i'm going down
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
Let's get this show on the road
I'll show you mine if you show me yours
I'm breathing hard - open the door
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Brain dead, & made of money
No future at all
Pull down the blinds & run for cover
No future at all
Who would've thought it, that's where i am
No future at all
Don't sweat it, that's where i am
Whoa, carry me down, down, down, down
By that night, news of palmer's death had traveled back to the camp. spirits were low & colonel forbin felt devastated. even though he had only been in gamehendge for one day, he had already developed a deep hatred for wilson. he wanted desperately to help the revolutionaries, but without palmer, it seemed hopeless. he wandered slowly through the camp & passed errand wolfe, sitting by the fire with rutherford, who had returned that afternoon. he walked on & soon found himself outside of tela's hut. forbin knocked & walked in. tela sat behind a makeshift desk in the center of a room that was littered with small cages containing spotted stripers, a tiny three-legged breed of animal. the unit monster sat in the corner. the colonel took a step toward tela & spoke. "i needed to come here tonight" he said, "to tell you that i've fallen in love with you." he looked to her eyes for approval but her face remained frozen in an expressionless stare. an awkward blank
et of silence fell over the room & hung for
A long moment before being shattered by the sound of the door swinging violently open. it was rutherford the brave. the ironclad knight rushed across the room & gripped the throats of tela & the unit monster in each of his mighty hands. they struggled to break free but even the unit monster was no match for rutherford's power & soon it was over. the bodies fell to the floor in a lifeless heap. colonel forbin stepped forward from where he stood in the corner unable to contain his confusion & rage & screamed "why?" his question was answered by errand wolfe who had quietly slipped through the doorway during the confusion. "she was a spy," he said, & explained to forbin that she had been sending information to wilson using the spotted stripers as carriers. roger's death had aroused his suspicion, & palmer's had confirmed it. the colonel stood in silence in a world that had turned up-side-down so many times that he no longer knew which way was up. it had a
ll seemed so simple when he first arrived. g
Ood versus evil, & of course he had sided with good as he had done all his life. & now, he stood & stared into the eyes of errand wolfe & he saw evil. the entire picture began to seem like an enormous puzzle with one piece missing, & the colonel knew what that piece was. "within twenty-four hours," he said to errand wolfe, "you will have the helping friendly book." & even as the words were leaving his lips, he found himself running out the door & into the forest, not towards prussia, but toward the great mountain looming in the distance.
